David_Cortlandt , having slept away a day and a night , came awake in a plank farmhouse on the Harlem_River near Spuyten_Duyvil .

(Arthur Miller, "The Prophecy," in The Best...)

He had lived for almost thirty years in this same stone farmhouse with the same wife , a remarkably childish thing in itself ; he rose at half past six every morning , made himself some French coffee , had his corn_flakes and more coffee , smoked four cigarettes while reading last Sunday 's Herald_Tribune and yesterday 's Pittsburgh_Gazette , then put_on his high-topped farmer 's shoes and walked under a vine bower to his workshop .